It's slipping away.
And I'm afraid I won't be able to catch it.
Just a memory of happiness.
More than happiness, perhaps even bliss.

What if it's lost forever?
Deep down in my heart.
In a place where no one can find it.
Simply, a token of the past.

What if it was once in a lifetime?
And the feelings are forever gone.
I fear not the absence of it, but
rather never having the memory of it.

Is it floating and never to be found?
Maybe what's left of it fills my aching soul.
And if it is there, why do I feel empty inside?
How do I put back together the pieces?

If one person can build me up & tear me down,
then who can I trust in this world?
Even my own reflection haunts me.
Nothing seems right anymore and I am broken.

I long for the day when I will feel it once more.
I long for the day when I am whole again.